As for your question... the magic in the area is fluctuating. [ tilts their head, like they're obviously trying to find her tattoo ] You should have noticed that by now as well.
[help they can find it, it's just one big word that says AVERNUS. it's probably in white text since that might be easier to read on her skin. do they have one...]
I've noticed, yeah. Between that and the monster shit - am I allowed to talk about that with you without feeling like I'm about to blow, or what.
[she tilts her head, and then:] Yeah. A lovely old friend of mine sold me to the devil so I could be a soldier in the devil-demon war, down in Avernus.
[she says casually like it's going to the grocery store or something]
You do not need to finish your sentence. But I am curious as to how it ends.
[ but they did say she could stop answering, so they will think for a long moment. for a bit, it seems like silence will be their answer, until finally— ]
[she waves off the first part because it's a conversation stopper, usually, but she might loop around back to it. she's actually sort of happy to get an answer, she wasn't expecting it.]
A regret, huh. You regret failing to save people? Specific ones, or just in general?
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As for your question... the magic in the area is fluctuating. [ tilts their head, like they're obviously trying to find her tattoo ] You should have noticed that by now as well.
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[help they can find it, it's just one big word that says AVERNUS. it's probably in white text since that might be easier to read on her skin. do they have one...]
I've noticed, yeah. Between that and the monster shit - am I allowed to talk about that with you without feeling like I'm about to blow, or what.
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You may. I know what you are.
I don't know what 'avernus' is. [ said in the tone of expecting her to explain ]
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she raises her eyebrows at that, and then - laughs? jesus, right to the point, huh.]
I could say it's none of your business since you hate answering my questions!
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but they nod. fair enough ]
This could be a very short and shallow conversation, yes.
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Eh. It's a place in the Hells. [sure, they can know. why not.]
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[very firmly.]
I'm from Baldur's Gate. That's home. The Hells are where I ended up, but never again.
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Why were you brought to the Hells? What made it so wretched?
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[she says, idly.] I got sold to participate in a war for ten years. Think that's reason enough.
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[ but since they're still getting answers, they're going to keep going. sort of. for some reason, this one makes them pause. ]
"Sold"? Into a war?
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[she tilts her head, and then:] Yeah. A lovely old friend of mine sold me to the devil so I could be a soldier in the devil-demon war, down in Avernus.
[she says casually like it's going to the grocery store or something]
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The depths of depravity know no bounds in any realm, it seems.
You are remarkably cheerful, for a former unwilling soldier.
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[as for the rest, she shrugs!]
Why wouldn't I be? I'm alive. I can breathe, I can talk to people, I can - Gods, I can touch people. I can eat and drink and make merry.
I'm out of the Hells, and I'm never going back.
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... Is this a coping mechanism...
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Hah! Maybe! [she finds it funny, at least.] I'm...
[a beat.] Well, never mind all that. If I ask about your words you're gonna tell me to fuck off, yeah?
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You do not need to finish your sentence. But I am curious as to how it ends.
[ but they did say she could stop answering, so they will think for a long moment. for a bit, it seems like silence will be their answer, until finally— ]
It is a regret. Not a fear.
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A regret, huh. You regret failing to save people? Specific ones, or just in general?
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Specific ones.
I have succeeded in helping everyone that I set out to, except... [ a pause, as if trying to find the right word ]
My friends.
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Aw, bud. [that would sound insincere from anybody else, but she means it in such a like, real way.] There's no way you can?
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I'm sorry. That's awful, I can't imagine how I'd feel if I couldn't help mine.
[well you might find out considering this is a murdergame]
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It is not your place to apologize. It is only mine, and theirs to receive when we burn together in the afterlife.
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... Okay. [she says that in the tone of alright edgelord] That's a bit much. You're probably not going to burn.
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But if I'm wrong and it exists, I do feel like my chances aren't very good of eternal peace or... whatever.
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